(Image: Good Easter’s village sign)
Date: 21 April 2019
Walked: 21.6 miles
Let me put forward what may be a controversial theory: I don’t think the Essex Way is 82 miles. Or the 81 miles Essex County Council states in it’s useful online guide. By my reckoning – or at least, that of the usually reliable step counter thing on my smartphone – it’s about 74 miles. Everyday I’ve progressed quicker across the county than I thought I would because the mileage was off… in my favour. Not so today. Today it was absolutely bang on. Sod it.
(Image: approaching Bury Hall)
My biggest, most gratitude-filled shout out of today – and probably the whole trip – goes to the lovely volunteer who was opening up St Andrew’s Church in Good Easter (I know. GREAT name. And I was there on Easter Sunday!) at about 9am this morning as I lazed on the bench in the churchyard. I was hungry, had run clean out of food, and was a good two hours or so away from being able to buy any. We had a chat, he told me that the quaint looking pub I’d passed earlier in the morning in Pleshey was none other than the one that had been owned by the recently deceased Keith Flint (The Prodigy), and then he disappeared and I headed off, stomach rumbling. Except then I heard someone trying to attract my attention. It was the church volunteer. With a bag. With Hot Cross Buns in it. For me! I have rarely been so grateful in my life. Reader, they were delicious. And eaten very, very quickly.
(Image: Bury Hall’s pet cemetery…)
Other notable instances from the day’s walk included a quite moving pet graveyard at Bury Hall (just outside of Great Waltham), a close-ish encounter with a deer and a stag by Walthambury Brook (I think we drew in the stare-off. Alas, they were too far away for the camera on my phone to do them justice), and getting tangled up with a load of silken threads festooning the trees in Ongar Park Wood. Upon closer inspection, I realised the threads I’d spent 10 fairly unpleasant minutes tangling with were produced by tiny caterpillars… and that I was covered in both. There may have been a bit of swearing. Verdict? Colin the Caterpillar M&S sweeties and cake: good. The real things: not my new best friends. But a passing local assured me they were harmless and walked my penultimate mile along with me, having a good old Essex Way chat as we went. All of a sudden, the end was in sight. Epping Tube Station may not exactly rival the cathedral at Santiago in grandeur, but I was almost as pleased to see it, and really enjoyed that whole ‘sitting down’ thing as London’s public transport system whisked me home.
(Image: plaque outside Epping Tube station)
Another cracking long distance UK walking trail complete, and the first one I’ve camped each night. Job done!